Marquis Grissom

He was the first player out of the Orioles' dugout at the start of the seventh inning, walking slack-shouldered on a hot, indolent afternoon at a tumbledown ballpark near the ocean, maybe a thousand fans scattered around the bleachers. "Whoozat? Kevin Hickey?" said a man behind the backstop.Mike Flanagan reached the mound and began to warm up. His left-handed pitches cracked into Chris Hoiles' glove, the sound the only sharpness among round, dull circumstances. It was a "B" game against the Expos, not a damn bit important, the Orioles down four after another middling performance by Bob Milacki.

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